Kai's fingers curled around the back of Taigha's neck, guiding her closer until their foreheads touched. Her golden eyes looked up at him with utter devotion, breathing ragged, lips parted just slightly in need.
"You're mine," he said, low and deliberate.
"Yes, always…" she whispered, nuzzling into his palm like a tamed beast. "Only yours."
He didn't wait. His mouth crashed onto hers with fire—possessive, deep, controlling. Taigha moaned into the kiss, letting him take everything, melting in his arms. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as if she needed to feel his strength to breathe.
Kai's hands moved with purpose. One gripped her waist, fingers digging into her soft skin, while the other slid over her thigh and pulled her closer against him. She whimpered at the contact, burying her face in his neck, clinging tighter.
Then—smack.
A sharp slap landed on her backside.
